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Jars
Jam-jar mobile homes
For tiddlers as a kid,
I speculated in vain
Whither went the lid
Sweet student summer
Molten and strawberry
Castor candy foundry
Damson, grape, cherry
Blanched fruit in drums
Pectin sugar and colour,
Without which your jam
Would look much duller
Buff overalls crisply caked
Treacly crystallised hair,
Boss boilers wielding...
Tuesday 27th October 2020 10:52 am
All Hail The Great Sultana
All Hail The Great Sultana
Consider the sultana
The jewel in my porridge
It’s not the kind of fruit
That you can just go out and forage
It started out in life
A bulbous juicy grape
But sat out in the sun too long
And now it’s changed it’s shape
It’s dark, wizened and wrinkled
Like it’s fallen from your nose
And probably looks like your granny
When she’...
Friday 24th April 2020 12:42 pm
Strange Fruit
Strange Fruit
“what is beautiful?”
asks Eliza
for she thinks
that she is not
because they tell her
she is not
“why are they hurtful?”
as if the outside
somehow sullies
what is inside
and insinuates the sour
to what is sweet
“why do they ridicule?”
the size the shape
the roughness of my skin
the growths
the fact my spine
Is out of...
Monday 4th June 2018 12:36 pm
Picking Fruit
A field of choices
Rotten cherries scatter us
Piercing white noise breathing
Bow to the mirror
Heart stops, feet sinking
I hope you love loneliness.
Cloud kisses turn into lemons
Miles to go
Sheets that resume the velvet
Digging.
Never going.
Wheels that turn gold into rust
Frazzled metal pieces
Doors less traveled
Turn off the questions
Faucets drip
...Monday 14th May 2018 8:25 pm
Grapes
Loving….long…curved….vines
Grapes fresh and ripe
Dark purple, that’s how I like them
Each one I taste individually
They look the same
Pussy is there main thing
Grapes on a vine
Like men
Thirsty but juicy…….but waiting
Enjoying each of them
As they were my new thing
They taste the same
But this last grape, has me waiting
The day of picking was something specia...
Sunday 18th February 2018 4:01 pm
Fruitless
A poem in response to "This is just to say" by William Carlos Williams...
That you found the ice box bare
I haven't bothered to replace them
And there's not one left to spare
The bananas, the grapes
The pears, the peaches too
The oranges and kiwis are consumed
There's simply nothing left for you
Wednesday 9th March 2016 11:24 pm
I quite like raisins, except for the one that got stuck up my nose!
The prompt from our writing group was to write an ode to your favourite fruit, this is my attempt, and it's a true story too...
I quite like raisins
Except for the one that got stuck up my nose
The more I sniffed and snorted
The further up it rose
My mum couldn't ease it out
She just forced it up even higher
She took me to the neighbours
And tried to use some plie...
Friday 13th February 2015 4:32 pm
Of your tree
Sunday 1st July 2012 6:28 am
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